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A/n thanks to all my loyal fans and readers who've asked for more on this story. Adele seems to be in a cooperative mood for now.

People will Talk

"You know, people are going to start talking if we don't stop meeting like this." Emily quipped.

Reid looked up from his book and rolled his eyes. "There are eleven other seats available in this car Emily. You can sit wherever you want."

She took the seat next to him and stuck her bag between her black booted feet. "Nope, this suits me just fine."

"What if I said go away, I'm busy?"

She stretched out her legs until the heels of her boots hit the seat facing her. "Nope! I'm fine right where I am."

Reid slammed shut his book. "I'm not in the mood for games. I'm tired and cranky."

Emily smirked at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "There's a news flash. You've been in a bad mood all day."

"Don't start," Reid snapped.

The train jerked forward, moving through the deep blue and purple of twilight. "I'm sorry… I was just trying to lighten the mood a little. I thought after we talked last night that things were better between us."

Reid stowed his book inside his messenger back and set it on the floor again. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his dark grey slacks and focused his eyes on the sign over his head that asked people to: please give their seats to the elderly or handicapped.

"Things are better between us Emily. I meant what I said. I can't stay angry at you because you're here and alive."

She turned to face him and found he wasn't looking her way. One of his hands reached up to pull at his purple scarf as though he wanted to throw it off his neck.

"I'm glad, but not for myself, because I don't deserve your forgiveness."

He shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want to go home. It's been a long week."

She shifted again so that she faced him with one leg on the seat, touching his thigh. "I'm tired too. Why don't we go to a movie?" She suggested.

He finally looked over at her. "What?"

"A movie, you called me and asked me to a movie once. I couldn't go that night, but I'm all yours tonight if you want."

The train stopped and three teenage boys got off the train. One of them said something to his friends, they turned back to Reid, and Emily, laughing aloud as the doors shut.

"I think they were laughing at you." Reid said unexpectedly as the train got under way again." His eyes danced as she gaped at him.

"Don't change the subject Reid. Do you want to go to the movies or not?"

"If you're paying," Reid said.

She grinned. "Fine, the tickets are on me, but you're on your own if you want popcorn."

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The movie theater Emily chose was one of the new multiplex theaters that boasted twenty screens, eight different eating establishments and four different popcorn stands where one could get hot dogs, soda pop and candy.

Reid gaped around the huge building whose lobby had brushed steel top tables and hard plastic chairs in bright fluorescent colors. "Wow," was all he could say.

"Great isn't it." Emily said. "They just opened this place last week."

"It's big." Reid decided as he tried to angle his head around in every direction at once.

"Is that all you can say, that it's big?"

He yanked off his gloves and stuffed them into his pockets. "I usually go to 'The Globe.'" Reid informed her.

"That's the art house downtown." Emily said. "That old creaking building that only plays independent films."

"Yeah… they play a lot of great films including some of the old classics. That's where I wanted to take you to see Solaris."

She grasped his arm. "I'm sorry I couldn't go. It would have been fun."

He smiled, which sent tingles down her back. "We'll go next time. Now which of these movies are we going to see."

"I think I'll let you decide."

"I want to see Paranormal Activity 3," He said happily.

Emily rolled her eyes as people began lining up to buy tickets and others to buy food at the concession stands. "Why do you want to go to a horror movie when we just came from a case with enough blood to last us for a lifetime?"

"Because it's not real," he said logically. "Horror movies are a way to experience death and come out the other said without true danger. It's healthy."

"Whatever… Just go get in line for food."

He unbuttoned his coat. "Why?"

"I told you, I'd pay for the tickets. You get the food."

A group of giggling girls with a couple of harried mothers pushed past Emily to the ticket line. One of them almost knocked Emily to the ground. Reid grabbed her arm as she stumbled. Another family swept by in the opposite direction pushing them tight together.

Reid flushed pink at the contact and yanked his hand off her arm. He stepped back out of her way, his heart beating very fast. "Um, we're going to be late." He pointed at the watch he wore over a blue sweater with white stripes at the cuffs.

"Don't forget the food. Get me a hotdog with mustard and relish, a large diet coke and some chocolate covered raisins."

He forgot how great she smelled in the wake of her food order. "You want all of that?"

She put one hand on her jeans clad hip and smirked. "Well yeah, I'm starving and we're at the movies. You're supposed to load up on junk food at the movies."

"Alright, but don't blame me if you get indigestion."

Emily found a seat right in the middle of the theater. It had what they liked to call stadium seating. The chairs leaned back, were upholstered in scarlet and were very comfortable in her opinion. They were better than the theater seats she'd grown up with in different places in Europe.

No one entered the theater as she waited for Reid. The house lights were up and commercials for the new season of "The Closer and "Rizzoli and Isles," were playing. She ignored them for watching for Reid. He finally walked in with a tray full of food. She grinned at him as he stumbled a little on the stairs.

"You almost dropped my snack." She teased.

He handed her the tray that was made to fit into the arms of the chair. "What is all this." She demanded cheerfully.

"Did you think I wouldn't buy something for myself?" He complained.

He set the tray into the cup holders at the end of the arm next to his chair and then pulled off his dark brown coat.

"I got a hotdog, a Rootbeer and some Lemonheads along with a bucket of popcorn we can share."

The screen told them to please be courteous and turn off their cell phones. Emily slipped her hand into her pocket and shut off her phone.

"We're alone in here." Reid squeaked.

"I noticed that." She said taking off her coat.

"Where is everyone on a Friday night?" He wanted to know.

"At Twilight," Emily informed him.

"Oh right, I forgot about that."

"Shh… Watch the movie." She hissed as the previews began to play.

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Emily decided she liked the fact that she and Reid were the only ones in the room. She hated watching movies in a crowded theater especially with a bunch of kids. She glanced over at Reid who was munching on some popcorn with his eyes glued to the screen. She liked the way the light from the movie screen played over his face in the dark. He seemed to have forgotten she was there, which she decided was unacceptable.

The movie was sufficiently creepy and she decided in a minute what to do the next time one of the predictable scares flashed on screen. It didn't take long and she pushed her face into Reid's shoulder. He flinched, and then sat back as if her touch didn't bother him. She grinned and decided that stronger measures were called for.

She waited until enough time had passed for Reid to get completely engrossed in the movie. She reached over and touched his hand, stroking a finger between his thumb and first finger. He flinched again, and looked over at her. "What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Watch the movie Reid."

To her surprise, he obeyed and returned his attention to the movie. He didn't try to pull his hand out of her grip. It made the last part of the movie very pleasant despite the subject.

He didn't speak to her until they left the theater and began to walk back to the train station. "So what did you think of the movie?"

"It was okay, not as scary as some of the stuff I've seen at work, but then real evil's always more frightening than make believe."

He looked over at her tone. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring back memories."

"It's okay. What happened with my friend Matthew isn't the same thing." She insisted. "It was my idea to see that movie anyway. Don't worry about it."

"I do worry because you're my friend."

She stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I mean it Reid. I'm fine."

He smiled down at her with real pleasure. "I'm glad you're back. I missed you."

"I missed you too. Come on Dr. Reid, our train won't wait forever."